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 Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 12:56 pm
Success and first blood. Time to get up.
Kell was busy standing up again, using his blade for a support. In the space of a moment, he was on his feet, but Hugin was already moving before then. He planted his own blade into the ground and hoisted himself upwards and backwards. The stomp barely missed... and he saw Kell's other leg tense and set to snap forwards in a toe kick.
Not today.
The leg swung upwards, and at that point, Hugin was in mid-rise, just inside the attack range. It was a narrow thing, certainly- but a kick to the face just wasn't in the plan for this fight. As he finally stood, the sole of Kell's shoe barely brushed the tip of his nose.
Showtime.
Hugin casually- and yet with no small amount of force- pushed the leg that was in the air towards Kell. Seeing as all his weight was on the supporting leg, the man would topple like a stack of bricks.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 4:26 am
How his opponent had managed to get to his feet from the splits faster than Kellindel had managed to rise from a crouch was rather confusing. Nevertheless, he had a bit of an issue to deal with, falling backward from his opponents rather straightforward shove. If his opponent really thought that would be enough to drop him, he had another thing coming.
He did indeed begin to tilt backward, his supprting leg lost its footing and it appeared as if he would fall. Until his lower leg shot out, effectively making him perform a dropkick aimed directly at Evan's abdomen.
Meanwhile, the muscles of his sword arm tensed and moved, pushing his left side upward and effectively corkscrewing his now horizontal body. Though the movement in itself helped little in halting his fall it performed two useful tasks. First is that it would twist his kick once it had made contact and the second is that it absorbed his kinetic energy and gave him enough time to put his foot back under him, allowing him just enough time to land on his feet at which point he would quickly free the weapon from the ground.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 5:31 pm
And the kick connected, winding him. It was unexpected, sure enough, but it wasn't enough to keep him down for long. Hugin was sent flying backwards for about two feet before heading towards the ground...
And then, he planted his blade into the earth, halting his progress- or at least slowing it. Before long, he ended up on his feet again, though the hit had been solid. He had to catch his breath- which didn't take much, other than breathing in through his nose, his face still had the look of something carved from stone, though if one looked closely upon the time of impact, a different face would have been shown.
No matter. Keep moving.
He sprung forward once again in the space of a moment, and this time he didn't go for any slick moves. Well, it was slick, but only in the fact that it was repeated multiple times, and aimed for what soft targets his opponent had.
Upon coming into range, he began a flurry of thrusts and stabs, each attack aiming for a vital target on his opponent's body. And each was done within the space of half a second. Playtime, at least for him, was over. This had gone on for too long, and it was time to finish it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 5:46 am
Clang!
Three. Wait...
Clang! Clang!
Four. Five. Yes, there was definitely a pattern here.
How completely direct of him. Perhaps his opponent was becoming aggravated? He could only hope kicking the same spot as his initial attack had caused some damage. It was a bit surprising that the guy had taken it in stride the first time, but hitting the same spot twice must've really hurt.
His opponent's sword dived at his vitals yet again, as it had since the beginning of this flurry of attacks. He grinned at his own thoughts as his left hand flashed downward.
"Ow!" He grunted, his distraction not entirely taking the bite out of the cold steel digging into his hand. Easily not one of the worst injuries he had recieved, he took the pain in stride.
As his left hand grabbed his enemies blade, his sword had moved from its predictable pattern of defense to cut not at the blade of his enemy, but the wrist of the hand wielding it. He was tired of this fight. He wanted to finish it. But most of all he wanted his ******** sword back. Having no inclination to release his enemies blade, it was either lose the weapon or lose his hand. Though his enemy always had his other hand, blocking a cut with flesh was a bit different than halting a thrust.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 8:35 pm
He would recieve much worse than that hand injury... people always look towards the sword and the hands. They never do watch the feet, really.
As the blade came swiftly moving towards Hugin's left hand, he quickly raised his right boot... and brought it down again onto the blade. If he didn't move, he would have much more than a mere flesh wound- if he did, the blade would be freed anyway and steel would meet steel, cancelling the attack.
Hell, this would end here either way. He was irritated at the man already- the fight should have ended long ago, in his opinion, but the tenacity of his opponent had kept him from working quickly. So now, it was down to using the rapier as intended- direct line of attack.
Seeing as that had worked- and yet, not worked- he would use his opponent''s weapon for said same purpose.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 12:21 am
Again, he wasn't quite sure how his opponent had managed to put his leg up between them before he could finished his cut seeing as how he had been able to keep up with his opponents swordwork and again he wasn't going to let it stop him.
As boot clanged off steel, he stepped to the side and twisted inward toward his opponent, bringing his body between his opponents legs and almost shouldering his thigh into his chest. He held onto the blade, but it didn't matter considering where both were going to move in just a moment.
Backing up, his left foot sliding next to that of his opponents stabalizing leg, he snatched the wrist of his opponents sword-weilding arm. The same wrist he had been unwilling to move so that he might hold his weapon. Well ******** weapons. That had been the singular thought running through his head when he dropped his sword so that he might have a free hand to grapple his enemy.
Now, with both hands, he yanked downward and forward, heaving his entire frame into his shoulder throw. His opponent didn't have the leverage or distance for a strong kick in his position, only one leg on the ground so no possibility of him using positioning to halt the throw. He was far to close for swordwork to be of any use and he was holding his enemies blade anyway. If he punched him, well then he'd take it.
So in the same movement he had seen Judo-users perform so frequently, sometimes even on himself, he used his body as a fulcrum to throw Evan over himself. All the observation paid off, it appeared. Unless extenuating factors interfered it would be a textbook throw, his laying his enemy out on his back in front of him.
Except for one minor detail. His dropped sword wasn't exactly far from reach. A small length of cord, the neck of his cloak acted as a tether between the handle and his wrist, keeping it within inches of his hand. A single flick of his wrist brought it back into his grasp as his enemy flew under him, rolling over his back so as to be completely unaware, not that it would matter. No magic, right? He grinned as he stabbed upward at his falling opponents back, not so much even aiming or striking as pointing it toward the center of Evan's back as he let gravity do the rest.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 12:58 am
A slight rumbling noise slowly faded into earshot from the distance to the two fighters. If one would have taken a moment to look, which wasn't likely in a heated hand-to-hand fight, they would notice the cloud of dust slowly rising from the horizon. A faint voice could be heard, gradually rising over the noise of unbelievably fast footsteps.
"KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL....!!!"
Eventually the dust cloud framed a small red figure. More than likely the one that was causing it. Details became slowly more apparent as it approached with incredible speed. It's legs were a blur, and the footsteps sounded like a stampede of frightened animals.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN......!!!"
Right about the point where the elf was performing his Judo throw on his opponent, the figure became clear. A somewhat tall man, wearing red robes with long red hair trailing behind him. Running full tilt with an obviously inebriated and crazed grin on his face, and heading straight towards the pair of duelists.
"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
Several yards away, the strange monk lept into a dive. The incredible amount of inertia he developed running there carried him forward like a red robed rocket, looking all the world like he was aiming to tackle Kellindel to the ground. However, as if fate had decided things should be somewhat more complicated, Hugin was now between him and his target, which meant he was likely about to crash straight through the two of them like a drunken bowling ball.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:37 am
BOOM
Said red rocket slammed into Hugin and sent him roughly four feet through the air. Whatever that was, it wasn''t in the fight. He certainly had enough stupidity for one day... time to release his self imposed lock on his abilities. Sure, they were locked by his word alone, but he was now given free reign to use them.
As he was headed towards the ground, he formed a cushion of air pressure undernteath him, acting as a sort of dampener of sorts. He was now hovering about three inches from his landing point- and a hard landing it would have been, too. He allowed himself to fall a moment later, and looked at the man who had crashed into him.
He figured that this one was just as rude... had it not been for the fact that he had just been spared. He was willing to forgive once, had it not been for Kell''s irreprehensible actions. He would forgive this one too- the man had missed his intended target by a mile, but it was no real harm done.
No matter how much it hurt...
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:42 am
As he stabbed upward, the tip of his sword diving toward his opponents flesh, Kellindel thrilled in his iminent victory. Then he heard it.
"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
Shi-! The thought was cut off by a combined three hundred pounds of weight slamming into him. As the world temporarily disappeared in a twisting blur of motion, he had to wonder if it was a good or bad thing that he'd put his opponent between them.
As a rolled to a stop, he decided upon the former as no giantic weight pressed upon him from above. Probably a good thing, too. Since he was still somehow holding his swords. It was really a miracle he hadn't be skewered during the tumble.
"Ugh" He groaned as pushed himself to his feet. Tha- He froze in place, suddenly remembering just who had crashed him. Trying not to make any sudden movements, he swiveled his head to scan the area.
"..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 2:31 am
Muse nearly fell off the back of the pony as the frightened animal reared and tossed his head trying to run away from the craziness only a short distance in front of them, the little girl clinging to his back and yelling at him to calm down. eek gonk
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 2:33 am
Kami's wide grin slid into view as Kellindel finished turning his head, about two inches from his face. He was leaning over to look the elf in the eye. The redness in his complexion and reek of rice-wine on his breath was a sure sign that he was exceptionally drunk. Even for him.
"There ya are!!! Been looking for you all over buddy. Everyone else has wimped out, and I need a drinking partner! C'mon! The Space Cake demands it!"
Without even asking, the monk hoisted Kellindel over his shoulder and started to walk off. Laughing rauciously, he pulled the cap of his drinking gourd out with his teeth and taking a long swig from it. He started to walk past Hugin, seemingly unaware that the other was even there, or what it was he had just broken up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 11:36 am
Hugin sighed to himself. This guy was drunk as hell- he wasn't about to do much of anything but let him pass. But he did spare Kellindel a look of mingled pity and understanding. Hell, this was the guy he was running from?
I pity you, actually... Like I said, there are fates worse than death.
He couldn't help but smile to himself when his back was turned to the two of them again. That, truthfully, was funny.
Then, he noticed he was being watched by someone else.
He looked towards Musset... and something clicked.
That girl...
He walked towards her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:58 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:21 am
"Interesting wasn't what I'd call it... the guy was being rude, and wanted to put up a fight for something that didn't really matter in the first place. But whatever- you've gotten bigger."
Interesting... when did he change personas? While he was walking towards her, of course. Hugin could not let Musset discover him just yet. He had to observe what she was capable of before making any final decisions. Time was running short- he could feel it. But- this was quite frustrating- he would have to wait.
"So then, what's been going on lately?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:38 am
The little girl shifted around so that she was kneeling on the saddle. The pony put his ears down as the little girl moved around, turning his head slightly to look at her with a pained expression, as if to ask her what she was planning on doing now. stressed "Ya, I appear to be growing a tad." sweatdrop She tugged at her shirt as if to force the material loower all of a sudden as she was reminded that it no longer fit as it once had.
The little girl cocked her head slightly to the side as she smiled at him. "Not much, I have just been wandering for the past few months.. see this world of yours and all that." She shrugged at him*
"Funny meeting you here?" Deep purple eyes looked straight at him as she switched over to her second sight watching his very strange aura puls and ripple as the little girl tried to figure out why she had decided to come this way when she had been avoiding people for the most part these last few months.
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